It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.
Knowing can be a curse on a person's life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
My mother's life was way too heavy for me.
Stories have to be told or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here.
The world will give you that once in awhile, a brief timeout; the boxing bell rings and you go to your corner, where somebody dabs mercy on your beat-up life.
There's nothing like a song about lost love to remind you how everything precious can slip from the hinges where you've hung it so careful.
We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.
You gotta imagine what's never been.
Every human being on the face of the earth has a steel plate in his head, but if you lie down now and then and get still as you can, it will slide open like elevator doors, letting in all the secret thoughts that have been standing around so patiently, pushing the button for a ride to the top. The real troubles in life happen when those hidden doors stay closed for too long.
It's your time to live, don't mess it up.
The whole problem with people is...they know what matters, but they don't choose it.
I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it.
Every little thing wants to be loved.
Look, I know you meant well creating the world and all, but how could you let it get away from you like this? How come you couldn't stick with your original idea of paradise? People's lives were a mess.
This is the autumn of wonders, yet every day, every single day, I go back to that burned afternoon in August when T. Ray left. I go back to that one moment when I stood in the driveway with small rocks and clumps of dirt around my feet and looked back at the porch. And there they were. All these mothers. I have more mothers than any eight girls off the street. They are the moons shining over me.
In a weird way I must have loved my little collection of hurts and wounds. They provided me with some real nice sympathy, with the feeling I was exceptional...What a special case I was.
Every living creature on the earth is special. You want to be the one that puts an end to one of them?
Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.
This is what I know about myself. She was all I wanted. And I took her away.
It is the peculiar nature of the world to go on spinning no matter what sort of heartbreak is happening.
Everybody needs a seashell in her bathroom to remind her the ocean is her home.
Make the world better. Take the meanness out of people's hearts.
Water beaded across her shoulders, shining like drops of milk, and her breasts swayed in the currents. It was the kind of vision you never really get over. I couldn't help it, I wanted to go and lick the milk beads from her shoulders. I opened my mouth. I wanted something. Something, I didn't know what. Mother, forgive.
It takes a bee 10,000,000 trips to collect enough nectar to make 1 pound of honey.
Have you ever written a letter you knew you could never mail but you needed to write it anyway?
My mother was a good Catholic -- she went to mass twice a week at St. Mary's in Richmond, but my father was an Orthodox Eclectic.
We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?
He'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.
Nothing is fair in this world. You might as well get that straight right now
We can't think of changing our skin color. Change the world - that's how we gotta think.
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